There’s a show that’s glowing and glistening with speech. It’s on a freshly cleaned screen; one wiped down along with the remote. You were stress cleaning earlier, and you should be able to appreciate it more, and maybe would if you weren’t tossed between these two.
The two you’re referring to are Caitlyn and her friend Vi. It was a simply misunderstanding, one you barely recall due to how fast Vi and Caitlyn were to entreat you two their advances. Only it’s not really entreating when they take as they please from you, like they’re somehow garnering more pleasure from your pussy more than you. You don’t know if that’s as plausible, but it feels as such.
You whine from Vi’s fingers, ghosting over your slickness. It’s soft, her touch, but also very tantalizing, like she knows your reaction before you gift them. She trails her fingers against your warmth, almost a ghost as she possesses your insides, letting her two fingers swirl against your entrance, entreating you to one of her thick digits, letting the other flex against the outside of you. It feels like the pleasure will continue before she stops, curling her digit as if she can take something from you, as if something will come from you with her curled digit. “You are really tight.” You groan in response, trying to hide your embarrassment in Caitlyn’s lap, faced towards the screen.
It must be her hand that grabs at your bare bottom, pulling it to take a gander at your position. Vi’s finger feels deeper, insidiously slippery as it slithers like a snake deeper into you, taking a hiss at the spongey spot shrouded away. “She can barely get it passed you.” Somehow her hand doesn't’ stop at your rump but moves down the flesh of your ass to the place Vi’s taken. Her finger jerks in reaction, carving into you, digging the knife deeper before pulling out until Caitlyn’s can make her way alongside. You grip Caitlyn’s pants in return, moving to sink your chest further into Caitlyn and the couch as Vi takes up the space behind you, where you were once sitting.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed about,” she muses as she inches her finger inside with Vi’s. They twist like licorice, molding in tandem as they find your slope, sloppy and slippery when their uninvited guests dig deeper into you. You try not to contract their movements, but your toes curl, and your mouth opens in a moan, teeth grazing the fabric of Caitlyn’s jeans. Her other hand cruises along your head, patting and playing with your locks as she watches behind you, letting your sensations steep in the unknown, your body almost escaping it if not for the reassuring touch of Caitlyn. The trap they’ve set with them between you, you mean, how Vi holds you up from behind and Caitlyn cradles your precious thoughts, almost contorting them to her liking as she moves against your tightness, the stretch proving pleasurable, no burn in sight from Vi messing with your clit, letting it thump against her prints before letting it part with a string.
It’s messy, but good- deepening the pleasure within you as they both work to thrust in and out, to never keep you empty, only lingering in ecstasy. “It’s fun, honestly-” “Keep fun to yourself, I’m the one being tortured.” You hear a hum of amusement, maybe two shared before the stretch to your entrance relieves itself, the tip of Caitlyn’s nails trailing to the place Vi just was, only more than Vi she gives you a sense of firm pleasure, one that didn’t just linger at the hilt of your lips, tapping against you like a spanking of sorts, like a distant parent’s presence. Caitlyn acts opposite, smothering you with the potential of your climax never met, never promised before she takes your cheek with her other hand, grazes those same nails across your skin to draw goosebumps of sorts. It tickles you rightfully, like a present finally delivered, mixed with the soft prints of her fingers, the firm film of her nails, the wetness that trickles form her and the pressure- or the firm swirl of her fingers as they attack you without a need for testing, but a devotion to your pleasure, no rocking back and forth but delving into the being you are.
She taps your cheek for attention, garnering it as she lets smirk seep onto her lips. “It’d be unfair, as you always said, to have this pussy to yourself and never feel any pleasure from it.” Vi slips another of her thick digits in, garnering a moan from you as she speeds her thrusts, pushing against you as she moves to grip your hip with her other hand, thrusting her digits with that slippery sound of your slickness, moving deeply, slowly, perfectly without a need to search for what you want. It’s like knowing your soul means they know your body, know what way to cut cake for you to enjoy, frosting on your lips as you curse, letting your eyes roll back in that pleasure you’ve not reached in so long.
It’s sweaty and steeping like tea as you push against Caitlyn’s pressure on your clit. She relents just as Vi does, most likely moving your essence to her lips to compliment, “Sweet.” You groan in return, their promise of your pleasure met in the blink of an eye, after all Vi did to your wetness. You want to slink down, but force yourself to move up, hold yourself on your own. Caitlyn helps you, her grip on your bicep firm whilst her other moves to sweeten your face for her, any mess of hair or drip of saliva forgotten as her finger finds your lips, then her breath- then her lips as your eyes flutter to a flicker of a light, blown open after a moment of the soft sweetness shared. “Cait-” “You are sweet…” She lets her tongue tap at her upper lip before moving to kiss Vi’s. She’s nude from the hips down, her body moving to take place of Caitlyn’s as Caitlyn moves to stand. “Just relax,” she purrs, taking your cheeks in her hands as she guides you to her lips, letting your taste yourself after she breathes right against your upper lips, “You can relax here with us.”
Her lips are a bit rougher, or maybe jagged is the word for it as she moves against yours, pushes deeper but never ads her tongue, instead licks against your lips with her own, moves softly yet firmly- gently is the word you’d use for her lisp against yours, gentler as you melt like ice cream to her warm touch, one hand moving to touch your clothed chest, bottom bare like her. Only that changes as her touches moves to grip at the fabric. It rips in a second, and you’re glad you wore a flimsy old piece of fabric than the stuff you’ve seen spared in their closet. “Show off,” you breathe, moving to strip the rest of the fabric off.
You don’t continue kissing her, not when Cait returns her grip to your other bicep, taking it gently because of your regained strength. “Come, bend over the ‘rest.” You stand with her help, bend onto the arm rest with her help too, her will as she adjusts your hips over the velvet fabric. Instead of focusing on Cait, Vi draws your attention to her, to the part between her left, the tuft of pink hair and the glistening wetness below. “Gawper,” she breathes in rebuff, your eyes rolling in response before she takes your face in one hand, moving you down to her wetness as she lets her hand migrate to the back of your head, as if on a lever.
You taste her on your nose before your tongue, grateful for the whiff of pureness, of soft, sensual taste before your tongue can replicate what her fingers were to you. You start off with a tiny kitten like, tasting her essence before you move to dig your tongue into her folds, between them as if she were a true meal, spaghetti or some soup that you’d lap up with your own will. Your hands brace you on the arms rest, resting there for Caitlyn as she lines up her strap with you. You barely had time to see her, see the part she applied, the knowledge it speared, and it’d ground against her as she did you. A hand rests on one mound of flesh, moving it like before as she takes a gander at the display underneath her, her touch specifically. “I wonder how much sweeter you grow over time,” she breathes before grinding into you.
It’s a quick thrust, one that barely reaches the entirety of you as her hips force more of her inside. It was quick, but slowed like muck against tires as both of her hands found your hips. She angles you to her liking, your face finding close comfort between Vi’s thighs as Cait fucks herself deeper into you. It’s not as slow as before, but tentative, forceful almost when it comes to your entrance. You try to lose yourself in Vi’s pussy, moving to make out with it, focus on her pulsing bud of desire as she grinds against your lightly, your body bent at the perfect angle.
There’s an encroaching pressure to your pussy, or stretch, it’s something between the two as Caitlyn’s strapped, fleshy hips find the back of yours. Your nails crumple in the velvet texture, toes curling so much that one loses touch with the floor, moving to hit against your own leg. Caitlyn leans down, moving her lips against your back as she massages your hips with her fingers, the same fingers that found your hips in a fighting grip, forcing her touch to singe into your own in a way that was enough pleasure than the strap.
Vi must be close, her moans ringing with the enclosure of her thighs against your ears. At that, Caitlyn finally fucks into you, making Vi’s pleasure a distant desire on your tongue, harder to produce but easier due to Vi’s hips using you. Caitlyn lifts herself, almost picking you up as she moves her hips back, forces her strap out of your tight walls slightly, pushing forward when she’s barely made it out. You moan against Vi, something that spurs her on as darkness finds your eyes for a moment.
That moment is a domino, spurring Caitlyn on as she digs into you- literally digs you into the couch, letting Vi part from you and Caitlyn thrust into you, letting her hips slap against yours, her body lean against yours until she can pick you up, move you against her clothed chest. Her arm is snug against your waist, holding you with a firm grip of desire as she fucks into you. It’s slippery, your pussy almost salivating with the quick pressure of her strap. It’s never ending, something that crosses your mind when you feel a slight twitch to her hips, a slight stutter that moves against your being. Vi’s fingers find you yet again, though this time where Caitlyn’s were beforehand. It’s just as Caitlyn’s, ingratiating and determined as she slips between your folds, lets her digits almost house your clit that thunders with her touch.
You’re hot- something hot burns within you until it doesn’t, until your feel the weight of your being and the warmth of Vi’s fingers- of Caitlyn’s being as she moves you to look at her. Not only her, but her lips, feel them as she cums with you, as she moans and withers with you. You think for a moment the darkness consumes you, the breath of pleasure, but Vi returns you to her with another breath of, “Mm, like candy, baby.” You roll your eyes away from Caitlyn, and instead of a rebuff to return, Vi takes your lips as a stop light to a car. Only it’s hotter and never ending.